{Verse 1}
Light up the mood
I hear 'em crying wolf as I'm reaching my feats
I'm far away from being jaded though and raising my feat
Been placing buckets over heads, guess my success is a leak
They see the drip, enquire tips but my (my) grind is discreet
Weight on my eyelids pushed like insomniac
I got the recipe; some feed on that
I ain't postin' up until post it up
No tweak under pressure, we feed on that
I keep the tabs on my back;
No wonder why shawty bad
She got me captive in Stockholm, I hope I don't get attached
{Bridge}
I see myself in Vancouver
Dеpends on how I manoeuvre
Dad told mе, "The world is yours
But you gotta learn how to soar"
My growth is a sycamore
Got my eyes in the scope
I got my crosshairs on "More"
Produce it all from a couple sores
{Verse 2}
My whole life resides in the hands of God, I don't need no logistics
When they tell me my potential it got both my palms itching
I see a couple jumping ship but I'm just scratching the surface
My homies play this in the whip, the bass be making 'em nervous
Yeah, it's crunch time, I gotta eat now
Flipping tunes lowkey, watch 'em leak now
Made diamonds out of pressure, I'm at ease now
I don't play by their cards, I got my own now
I don't play by the expectations of these spectators
I stay connected with Vision tuned with all of the angles
(Prr)
{Interlude}
You gotta be sure what their intentions are
Like you really never know
'Cause some people just misuse you for their personal satisfaction
And that's why I feel like your circle's gotta be tight
'Cause there's only a certain number of people that can maintain that mutual respect...
That care enough to maintain it, you know
(The homies, the homies)
{Verse 3}
Yeah
I got people asking people for co-ordinates so they can plot on me
The real ones keeping contact maintain the circle, coincide with me
If we posting up, you know enough
If we down with it, You know wassup
If you're throwing competition, I catch the dub
If my eyes on it, It's all or nothing
If they out of sight the knife
Plan it right
Then we back the knife
Turn around back and fight
With a couple more times in life
Then we learn it right
So we get a better line of sight
To keep the angles tights, (Yay)
This was dank, guess I did alright
Now it's back to the climb
9 clouds for the boy; I ain't stopping 'til I reach cloud 9
(Prr)